Ikea

[Verse 1: Spade]
Blowing doja with the homies
All them phonies can go blow me
This shit gon' blow up just like Boston with a pipe-b
Don’t come try to find me
Spade so faded lookin' like a dummy
Railed the key and then I put that key in
Fiendin' for that meat so I pull up to Ikea
Twelve meatballs for six, man, that’s incredible pricing
Bitch I'm from Sweden so I can read the writing
Fuck them Swedish hoes, damn that's the icing

[Verse 2: Harry Weir]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said what's up homie nice to meet ya
I spent all my cash this weekend
And then now we all just leavin'
Like how, how we get so freezin'?
I don't know but this is hype shit that I'm really feeling
You can invite me but know I’m not needed

[Verse 3: Harry Weir]
Both my left knee, right knee throbbin’
Something that I gave for free
But I don't wanna talk about right now cause it’s three fifty-two
And I don't like you or you or you or you
And the back now wasn't worth the wait
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